All characters and events of the story are entirely fictional and only losely inspired by personal experiences and/or fantasies.
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Characters:
Ahmed - 18yo, 6' Karim - 19yo, 5'10 Hassan - 17yo, 6'02
In the stifling heat of Cairo, Karim sauntered into the locker room, his body still pulsing with the adrenaline of a particularly intense soccer practice.
His sweat-drenched v-neck shirt clung to his chiseled chest, revealing the dark patch of hair that pointed downwards, hinting at the treasure hidden beneath his shorts.
He dropped his duffel bag onto the bench with a thud and began peeling off his soaked gear, the smell of grass and sweat filling the air. His best friends, Ahmed and Hassan, soon followed, their own muscular forms glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights.
"Bro, that was some practice," Ahmed said, his eyes gleaming as he slapped Karim on the back, hard enough to make him stumble forward. "We're gonna crush the next tournament."
Hassan grunted in agreement, tossing his own bag onto the floor. "But first, a little... relief?" He smirked, pulling out his phone from his shorts' pocket, the screen already displaying a thirst-trapping image of a scantily-clad model.
Ahmed's grin grew wider as he mirrored the action, his phone already queued up to his favorite porn site. "You know it, man. Nothing like a little team bonding to end the day."
"Speaking of bonding," Karim quipped, his eyes scanning the empty locker room before he too pulled out his phone, "Who's got the good stuff?"
Ahmed leaned back against the cold metal of the bench, his legs splayed wide as he swiped through his collection. "Check this out," he said, holding his phone out so Karim and Hassan could see the screen. It displayed a busty blonde in a compromising position, her eyes rolled back in pleasure. "This chick can take it like a champ."
Hassan's eyebrows shot up, his interest piqued. "Damn, she's got a mouthful," he said with a low whistle, his hand already moving to the bulge in his shorts. He quickly stripped down, his cock bobbing free as he tossed his clothes aside. Karim followed suit, his own phone in hand, showing off a video of a brunette with an impressive set of skills. "This one's a gymnast," he said, his voice thick with anticipation.
Ahmed leaned closer, his eyes flicking between the screens. "Fuck, that's some acrobatics," he murmured, his hand slowly tracing the length of his own cock. They stood in a loose triangle, each man's gaze occasionally darting up from their phones to take in the sight of the others. The room was a symphony of heavy breaths and the soft sound of flesh against palm.
"This one's a classic," Ahmed said, swiping to a video titled "Desert Dominance." The three of them crowded around his phone, the screen flickering with the image of a curvy, tanned woman pinned between three muscular, masked men. Her cries of pleasure were muffled by the sound of their own breaths and the occasional shout of encouragement.
"Look at her tits, man," Karim murmured, his eyes glued to the screen as his hand worked his cock with a steady rhythm. "Fuck, I'd love to get my hands on those."
"And that ass," Ahmed agreed, stroking himself with an enthusiasm that mirrored the scene on his phone. "It's like it's begging to be slapped." Hassan nodded, his hand moving faster as the video showed the men in the porn taking turns to slap the woman's ass.
"Fuck, look at that," he whispered, his eyes glazed over with lust. "They're not even playing nice."
The scene shifted to one of the men holding the woman's face to his foot, her tongue flicking out to taste the sweat and grime. "Oh, that's so fucking hot," Karim said, his voice hoarse. "Imagine making a chick do that to us."
Ahmed's eyes narrowed in concentration. "Yeah, right?" he managed between strokes. "Bet she'd love the taste of our victory sweat." He took a deep sniff of his own armpit and grinned. "Makes you want to just... fuck her face, you know?"
Hassan laughed, his hand pumping furiously. "Hell, I'd make her lick my feet clean. That's the kind of power we've got after a win like that."
Ahmed chuckled darkly. "Yeah, she'd be begging for it," he said, eyeing their dirty soccer cleats. "Look at these bad boys. They've seen battles and scored goals." He held one foot up, the light glinting off his sweaty toes. "Imagine her mouth around this."
"Bet she'd gag," Karim said with a smirk, taking in the sight of his own sneakers. The smell of sweat and grass had permeated the fabric, creating a musky aroma that only a true soccer player could appreciate. "But we'd just keep pushing, right?"
"Hell yeah," Ahmed agreed, his laughter echoing off the tiles. "We'd show her what real men smell like."
The three of them shared a hearty chuckle, the sound of their laughter bouncing around the locker room as they each took a moment to appreciate the pungency of their own feet. Karim took a whiff of his own shoe and cringed playfully, his abs rippling as he did so. "God, I can smell the victory on these," he joked, earning a snicker from his friends.
Ahmed laid his phone on the bench, the porn playing on repeat. The woman on the screen was now being taken from behind, her moans growing louder as she took the full brunt of one man's thrusts while another played with her ample breasts. "This is the life, huh?" Ahmed mused, leaning forward and spreading his legs. "Banging a chick who actually appreciates a man's sweat and dirt."
"Damn right," Hassan said, his hand a blur as he stroked his cock. "Back in the day, we'd have the whole village's women fighting over who gets to clean us up after games. Nothing like a good fuck to end the day."
"Remember that one time when we all had a go with that English tourist?" Karim chuckled, his eyes never leaving the porn. "Thought she was going to pass out."
Ahmed nodded, his hand moving more vigorously. "Fuck, that was hot." He leaned back, his cock standing proud. "She couldn't even walk straight after. We really gave her the full Egyptian experience."
"Yeah, she thought she could handle us," Karim said with a smug smile, his strokes slowing down as he reminisced. "But she had no idea what she was getting into with a bunch of hungry lions like us." He took a deep breath, his chest heaving with the memory.
Ahmed chuckled, stroking his cock more leisurely as he added, "And she was so eager to learn our ways. The way she moaned when we showed her how we do it in Cairo... she couldn't get enough."
Hassan's strokes grew more deliberate, his eyes locked onto the porn star's bouncing ass as he flexed his arms into a double biceps pose. "Egyptian men are born dominant," he said with a cocky grin, his muscles bulging. "Look at these guns, bro. Women can't resist them."
Ahmed couldn't resist poking fun at his friend's flexing. "Dude, you're going to pull something," he teased, his own hand moving steadily. "But you're right, she couldn't get enough of us. And your armpits? Fuck, they smelled like a donkey's ball sack in a heatwave."
Hassan snickered, taking a playful swing at Ahmed with his free hand. "Shut up, you're just jealous you didn't reek as much," he shot back, revealing the thick dark bushes under his armpits that were now completely soaked with sweat after the training. The sight and smell were unmistakable, even in the crowded locker room.
Karim joined in, raising an arm to show off his own manly scent. "You both have nothing on me," he said proudly. His underarms were like small forests of black hair, the sweat glistening like tiny lakes in the dense foliage. He inhaled deeply and grinned. "This is the scent of a true warrior."
Ahmed and Hassan snickered, but they couldn't deny the allure of their own musky odors. They leaned closer, each taking a whiff of the other's armpit. "Mine's got more spice," Ahmed declared, his bearded face scrunching up as he inhaled.
"Spice?" Karim chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "More like a garlic-laced doner kebab."
Ahmed shot him a playful glare before bringing his own armpit closer to his nose. "And what's yours smell like, Mr. 'I-just-got-out-of-the-desert'?"
"It's the scent of a man who's not afraid to sweat for what he wants," Karim said, his grin growing as he leaned closer to Ahmed. "You can't handle the heat, can you?"
Ahmed chuckled, his strokes becoming more deliberate. "Speaking of heat, check this out," he said, pointing to the screen where the porn star was now riding one of the men while the other two took turns spitting in her face.
"Fuck, that's intense," Karim murmured, his hand moving in time with the scene. "I've never seen a chick take it like that."
Ahmed nodded, his eyes glued to the screen. "It's like they're marking their territory," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "It's fucking hot."
"Yeah, she's taking it like a champ," Karim murmured, his hand moving faster now. "I bet she can't even feel their cocks anymore with all that saliva."
Ahmed's eyes flicked from the screen to the door, then back to his friends. "Hold up, I gotta take a quick piss," he announced, his grin never faltering. "Don't shoot without me."
He strolled over to the bathroom area, his erect cock bobbing with each step. The locker room was designed with an open layout, so the showers and urinals were in clear view of anyone who cared to look. Ahmed clearly didn't care, his confidence as unshakable as the steel beams that held up the roof. He stopped at the urinal, his cock pointing straight ahead like a missile locked on target. He began to piss, the sound of it hitting the porcelain a stark contrast to the moans and grunts coming from their phones.
"Hurry up, Ahmed," Karim called out, his hand never stopping its steady rhythm. "You're missing all the fun."
Ahmed chuckled, finishing up at the urinal. "I'll just wash off the sweat before I blow my load," he said, turning towards the showers.
Hassan looked him up and down, his smirk growing. "You should just hose yourself down," he suggested, nodding towards the showerheads. "You stink worse than a camel's asshole after a week in the desert."
Ahmed rolled his eyes, but the idea had merit. He sauntered over to one of the showers, turning the faucet with a metallic screech that filled the room. The water spurted out, steam quickly billowing up as it hit the hot tiles. "Fine," he said, tossing his phone to Karim. "But keep it going. I want to come back to some good shit."
Karim caught the phone deftly, his thumb scrolling to keep the video playing as he watched Ahmed's muscular back disappear into the mist. "You got it," he said with a grin. He looked over at Hassan, who was still stroking away, his eyes locked on the screen. "What do you say, man? Clean up before we get down to business?"
Hassan nodded, his breath hitching as he watched the porn star's bouncing ass. "Yeah, sounds good," he murmured, not breaking his rhythm. "Let's do this."
They both padded over to the showers, their feet slapping against the wet floor. The sound of water hitting flesh grew louder as they approached. Ahmed was already under one of the showerheads, the water cascading down his body like a waterfall. He had turned the temperature up to almost scalding, the heat mixing with the steam to create a sauna-like atmosphere.
"You guys are animals," he called out over the roar of the water, his voice echoing off the tiles.
Hassan stepped into the shower next to Ahmed, the hot water hitting his broad, muscular back. His dark hair was plastered to his scalp, the water running down the grooves of his chiseled abs, tracing the trail of hair that led down to his groin. Despite the jerking session, his cock remained semi-erect, bobbing slightly as he scrubbed himself down. His glutes were tight and hairy, a stark contrast to the rest of his smooth, bronzed skin.
Karim followed suit, his thick mat of chest hair darkening as it became saturated with water. The shower's spray bounced off his well-defined pectorals, sending droplets flying as he rinsed the sweat and grime of the day away. His dick, though not fully erect, still held a hint of its earlier excitement. The water cascading over his body made his muscles ripple and dance, a testament to the countless hours spent on the soccer field.
Hassan's dark eyes watched as Karim stepped under the shower, the water carving rivulets through his chest hair. He took a moment to appreciate the view, the water creating an enticing contrast between the light and dark areas of Karim's body. "Fuck, you're built like a statue," he said, his voice a mix of awe and playful envy.
Karim grinned back, the water running down his face as he scrubbed at his pits. "Thanks, man," he said. "You're not so bad yourself." He gestured to the thick mat of hair that covered Hassan's chest, the droplets glistening like jewels in the harsh light. "I bet the chicks go wild for that mane."
Hassan shrugged, a hint of pride in his smile. "It's all part of the package," he said, his hand sliding down to cup his still-swollen balls. The water cascaded down his cock, making it look even more impressive as it bobbed slightly in the heat. His thighs, coated in a fine dusting of dark hair, flexed as he moved closer to the water.
The locker room was now a symphony of water and male voices, their laughter and grunts of effort mixing with the slap of wet skin against the tiles. Ahmed, feeling cleaner now, turned the water down to a more tolerable temperature. "So, what's the craziest thing you two have ever done?" he asked, his hand slowly returning to his cock.
Hassan's eyes lit up with mischief, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Remember that time we had a little... fun with that chick from school?"
Ahmed's strokes paused momentarily, his eyes narrowing in recollection. "The one at the party?"
Hassan nodded, his smile wicked. "Yeah, that one. She was so fucking drunk, she couldn't even stand up straight."
Karim's eyes widened, his hand momentarily stilling on his cock. "No way," he breathed, his curiosity piqued. "What happened?"
Ahmed leaned against the tiles, his own stroking resuming with renewed interest. "Spill it, bro," he urged, his voice thick with anticipation.
Hassan's smile grew sly as he recounted the night in question. "It was after the championship," he began, his eyes glinting with the memory. "We had the whole school at our place, celebrating. This girl, Aisha, she was totally smashed. She could barely walk, and she kept grabbing at me, begging for it."
Ahmed's stroking slowed, his eyes fixed on his friend. "You didn't..."
"Oh, I did," Hassan said, his voice filled with a mix of pride and dark amusement. "I picked her up, carried her into the bathroom, and laid her on the floor. She was so wasted, she didn't even know what was happening. And when I was done..."
Ahmed's stroking grew erratic, his eyes wide with shock. "You didn't?"
"Oh, I did," Hassan confirmed, his eyes dark with remembered lust. "Fucked her like she was the last woman on Earth." He chuckled, his hand moving faster on his cock as the memory played out in his head. "And when I was done, I pissed on her face."
Ahmed's hand froze mid-stroke, his eyes wide with shock and arousal. The image of the helpless girl at their mercy was too much, and his cock twitched dangerously. He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to compose himself. "Jesus, man," he murmured, his voice tight with the effort of not cumming.
"What? She was asking for it," Hassan said with a shrug, his own stroking uninterrupted. The water from the showerheads created a steamy haze around their bodies, highlighting the tension in the air. "Besides, it's not like she remembered anything the next day."
Ahmed nodded, his hand moving again with renewed vigor. "Fuck, that's so hot," he murmured, his eyes glazed with lust. "I had to stop myself from coming early just listening to you, man." His eyes flicked over to Karim, who was watching them both with a mix of amusement and arousal.
Karim stepped closer to the showers, the water misting his body and making his chest hair glisten. "You think that's wild?" He leaned in, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Let me tell you about my ex girl."
Ahmed and Hassan looked at each other, their eyes alight with intrigue. "Yeah?" Ahmed prodded, his stroking slowing slightly as he focused on Karim's story.
Karim stepped closer to the shower's edge, the water misting his body, making his dark hair stick to his forehead. "You know her right," he began, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Gorgeous girl, but she had this thing about being...submissive." His hand moved a little faster on his cock as he recalled the memory. "One night, after a big win, I told her she had to do something special for me, to celebrate."
Ahmed and Hassan leaned in, their stroking pausing for a moment as they hung on his every word. "What did you make her do?" Ahmed asked, his voice eager.
Karim's grin grew wider as he recounted the steamy tale. "She was always eager to please," he said, his eyes taking on a distant look as the memory played out in his mind. "So, I told her that the only way she could truly show her appreciation was if she ate my ass."
Ahmed and Hassan exchanged glances, their strokes halting in surprise. "No way," Ahmed murmured, his voice a mix of awe and arousal.
"Yeah, man," Karim nodded, his grin growing wider. "It was wild. She was so eager to do it, I barely had to convince her."
Hassan and Ahmed shared a look, their strokes quickening at the thought. "Fuck, I love it when they do that," Ahmed murmured, his hand tightening around his cock. "The way they just...obey."
Karim's hand moved in a smooth, steady rhythm as he continued his story. "So, I told her to get down on her knees and stick her tongue in my ass," he said, his eyes never leaving his friends' faces. "At first, she was hesitant, but then she just...went for it. I could feel her tongue sliding in and out of me, her nose buried in my hair." He chuckled, the sound echoing off the tiles. "It was like she was a little kitten, just licking me clean."
Ahmed's strokes grew erratic, his eyes flicking down to Karim's cock and back up to his face. "Fuck, that's so hot," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "How long did you keep her like that?"
"Almost an hour," Karim said, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the memory. "I sat on her face, stroking my cock, watching her tongue work me like she was starving for it." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And every so often, I'd spit on her, just to keep things...interesting."
"Damn," Hassan murmured, his hand moving faster. "That's so fucking hot."
Ahmed nodded in agreement, his eyes locked on Karim's cock. "Yeah, man, that's...intense."
Hassan couldn't help but imagine the scene. "So, you sat on her face with your legs spread, huh?"
Karim nodded, his eyes half-lidded with arousal. "Yeah, just like this," he said, spreading his legs slightly and flexing his muscular thighs. "I had her pinned down, my cock in one hand and her hair in the other. She couldn't do anything but lick and suck."
Hassan's strokes grew quicker, his breath hitching as he approached the brink of climax. "Fuck, that's...so...hot," he panted, his hand tightening around his swollen shaft.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down, bro!" Karim warned, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're gonna blow your load early!"
Hassan's hand paused mid-stroke, his cock standing at full mast, the head a deep shade of purple. He took a deep, shaky breath, his abs contracting with the effort of holding back. "Fuck, you're right," he groaned, his grip loosening slightly. "Don't want to be the first one to tap out."
Ahmed smirked, his own strokes slowing down. "You're a champ, man," he said, his eyes never leaving Hassan's cock. "You can do this."
With a deep, guttural grunt, Hassan tightened his grip and squeezed out a thick, slimy glob of precum from the swollen tip of his cock. The clear fluid shot out, hitting the tile floor with a wet splat. His sigh of relief was so loud it echoed in the steamy room. "Fuck," he said, his hand still moving up and down his shaft. "Just needed to get that out of these nuts."
Ahmed and Karim watched the show with a mix of amazement and envy. "Damn, bro," Ahmed murmured, his own hand slowing its rhythm. "You're like a fucking fountain."
"It's all the excitement," Karim said with a laugh, slapping Hassan's wet shoulder. "Keep going, you got it."
Ahmed stepped closer, his cock now at full mast. "Let's see if I can beat that," he said, his competitive streak coming out. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, giving it a few slow pumps. He looked at Karim, who was stroking himself with renewed vigor.
"You guys are crazy," Karim said, his breathing growing heavier. "But I've got a surprise for you." He tightened his grip and began to work his cock faster, his eyes focused on the two other men. "Watch this."
With a grin, Karim squeezed his shaft, and a thick rope of precum shot out, arcing through the misty air before splattering onto the wet tiles. "Whoa, that's impressive," Ahmed said, his voice filled with amazement. "But I think I can do better."
Ahmed stepped closer, his cock standing tall and proud as he began to stroke it more vigorously. His other hand reached over to flick at his heavy, low-hanging balls, his breath coming in quick, sharp pants. The anticipation grew as they watched Ahmed's precum flow, a steady stream of sticky wetness that seemed to have no end. It coated his hand, making his strokes slicker and more sensuous.
"How do you get so much of that?" Ahmed panted, his eyes flicking to the pool of precum forming at the base of his cock. "I mean, I've got a decent amount, but you, man...it's like a fucking waterfall."
Hassan chuckled, his hand still moving in a steady rhythm. "It's all about the technique," he said, his voice a low rumble. "And the visuals." He nodded to the porn playing on the phone, the sound of the woman's moaning and the slap of flesh echoing through the locker room. "You gotta have the right kind of inspiration, you know?"
With a wink, he leaned back slightly, his hand never leaving his cock. He began to move his thumb in a circular motion around the slit, pressing gently as he stroked. Ahmed and Karim watched, their eyes glued to the show, as a bead of precum formed at the tip of Hassan's cock. It grew larger, hanging there for a moment before it dropped, a shiny jewel in the harsh locker room light.
"You see that?" he said, his voice a little hoarse. "That's the key. You gotta tease it out." He demonstrated again, and another bead formed. This time, he flicked it off with his thumb, sending it flying to land on the floor with a wet plop.
Ahmed's eyes widened as he took in the new technique. "Holy shit, man," he murmured, trying it out for himself. He gripped his balls firmly with one hand, the other moving in a steady rhythm along the length of his cock. "Fuck, that feels...different."
Hassan nodded, his own stroking growing more intense. "It's all about control," he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his orgasm. "But it's worth it when you finally let go."
"Yeah, my balls are fucking killing me," Karim groaned, his hand moving faster on his cock. "It's like they're going to explode if I don't get off soon."
"Same," Ahmed agreed, his own hand moving in a blur. "But we can't just stop now. We've got to finish this together, like the true bros we are."
Hassan's stroking grew more erratic as the tension built. "Fuck, you guys are right," he panted. "Let's go back to the lockers. I want to see all of us cum at the same time."
They stepped out of the shower, water still cascading off their bodies, and grabbed their towels. Wrapping them around their waists, they made their way back to the locker area, their hard cocks bobbing with every step. The sight of each other's erections only added to their excitement.
Ahmed picked up his phone, the porn still playing, and handed it to Karim. "You're the DJ, man," he said, a hint of challenge in his voice. "Find us something to really get us going."
Karim took the phone with a grin and scrolled through his collection. He paused on a video titled "Epic Face Fucking Marathon" and clicked on it. The screen filled with the image of a guy with a massive cock fucking a girl's face from above, her eyes watering and nose running as she gagged on his length.
"Fuck yeah!" Ahmed exclaimed, his hand moving faster. "That's what I'm talking about!"
Hassan nodded in agreement, his eyes glued to the screen. "This is what we need," he murmured, his own strokes growing more intense. "This is going to make us explode."
Ahmed chuckled, his hand still pumping away. "Fuck, I love it when they gag on it like that," he said, his voice a little hoarser now. "It's like they're fighting for air, but all they can focus on is that cock filling their mouth."
"Fuck, yeah," Karim said, his eyes locked on the screen."I've got an idea, dude." He paused the video and set the phone down on the bench. "Let's sit down, spread our legs wide, and lean against the bench so we can all watch together."
Ahmed and Hassan looked at each other, the same thought crossing their minds. They nodded in unison and took their places, forming a loose triangle around the phone. The tiles were cold against their bare asses, but the heat of their arousal kept them warm.
"Alright, let's do this," Karim said, pressing play again. The woman on the screen was now being fucked in the mouth by two guys switching places every other minute.
Ahmed leaned in, his strokes becoming more vigorous. "Look at her, man," he murmured. "Taking it like a champ."
Hassan's eyes never left the screen. "It's like she can't get enough," he said, his voice strained. "Her throat is so fucking tight."
"Yeah, man," Ahmed agreed, his hand moving faster. "It's like she's trying to swallow them whole."
"Fuck, that's what I want," Karim murmured, his voice thick with lust. "A girl who's just dying to please us."
Ahmed nodded, his eyes glazed over with arousal. "Yeah, a slut who'll take anything we give her," he said, his hand moving in a blur.
"Fuck, imagine her begging for more," Karim said, his voice growing gruffer with every word. "Her eyes watering, her nose running, just gagging on our cocks."
Ahmed's hand tightened around his shaft, his strokes becoming more frantic. "Yeah, man," he murmured, leaning in closer to the screen. "Imagine her trying to deep-throat us, one after the other."
Hassan's breath grew ragged, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Fuck, that's hot," he said, his voice a low growl. "Her mouth just full of our cum, begging for more."
Ahmed nodded, his strokes growing more frantic. "Yeah, and her face all sticky with it," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Just a fucking mess of cum and spit."
"Oh, fuck, yes," Karim agreed, his own hand moving faster now. "Her begging us to fill her up, to drench her in our manhood."
"Let's not keep her waiting," Ahmed said with a smirk, his strokes growing more deliberate. "Let's show her what real men are made of."
"You got it, bro," Karim said, his eyes locked on the screen as he matched Ahmed's rhythm. "We're going to give her a facial she'll never forget."
Ahmed's hand was a blur on his cock as he leaned back, his abs tightening. "Fuck, I'm getting there," he grunted. "I can feel it in my balls."
Hassan's hand was slick with precum, his strokes becoming erratic as he watched the porn star fuck the woman's mouth and pussy. "Come on, man," he urged, his own orgasm approaching. "Let's paint the locker room with our victory jizz."
"You got this, bro," Karim said, slapping Ahmed's shoulder hard. "Give it everything you've got."
Ahmed's eyes never left the screen, his strokes growing more erratic. "Fuck, I'm so close," he moaned.
"Don't you dare finish first, you pussy," Hassan jeered, slapping Ahmed's thigh. "We're doing this together, remember?"
Ahmed chuckled, his strokes growing more intense. "You got it, dawg," he gasped, his eyes glued to the screen. "But you guys better keep up."
"Oh, we're right there with you," Karim assured him, slapping his own thigh. "We're all going to blow our loads together."
"Dude, fucking come on," Ahmed urged, his voice strained. "Let's see those balls drain."
"Bro, you got this," Karim said, his eyes locked on Ahmed's cock. "Show us what you're made of."
Ahmed's strokes grew even faster, his hand a blur around his shaft. "Dude, I'm gonna cum," he panted. "So fucking close."
"Come on, bro," Karim urged, slapping Ahmed's thigh. "Drain those nuts, dude."
"Almost there, dawg," Ahmed groaned, his hand a blur of motion. "Gonna paint the fucking walls."
"Do it, bro," Karim encouraged, his voice thick with anticipation. "Show her who's boss."
"Yeah, fucking let it go, man!" Hassan yelled, his own hand moving in a blur. "You got this!"
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Ahmed's voice was a mix of agony and ecstasy. "I can feel it in my fucking balls!"
"Don't hold back, bro!" Karim yelled, his own hand flying up and down his shaft. "Let that cum fly!"
Ahmed's body tensed, his muscles coiling like a spring before snapping. With a roar, he erupted, sending thick ropes of semen arcing through the air to splatter against the locker room floor and bench. The force of his orgasm made him buck his hips, and his legs quivered as he continued to spurt out his seed.
Karim and Hassan watched with hungry eyes, their own arousal reaching a fever pitch. "Fuck, man, that's it," Karim growled, his own hand moving faster and faster. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!"
On the third "go," their bodies seemed to respond in unison. With a roar, they all climaxed together, their cocks spurting jets of hot cum that filled the air with a musky scent. Sweat droplets flew from their bodies as they bucked and twitched, their muscles tensing with the intensity of their shared release.
Hassan's eyes rolled back in his head as he shot his load, the force of his orgasm causing his whole body to convulse. His cum painted the locker room floor in thick ropes that arced up and splattered back against his thighs, a testament to his pent-up desire.
"Fuck, yes!" Karim roared, his other arm flung back behind his head, his bicep flexing with the effort. His chest heaved as he pumped out spurt after spurt of cum, his abs tightening with every pulse. The head of his cock was pointed straight up, and the semen shot into the air like a fountain before cascading down onto his chest, mixing with the sweat that had gathered in the thick patch of hair above his navel. His hairy armpit was a stark contrast against the pale skin of his torso, adding a layer of raw, primal masculinity to the scene.
"Don't stop, bro!" Hassan shouted, his hand moving rapidly, his thumb swiping over the slit of his cock to catch any escaping droplets. "Give it all to her!" His own load was a torrent, coating his hand and the bench in front of him, the muscles in his arm standing out like cords of steel as he milked his erection for all it was worth.
Ahmed's climax was equally intense, his body jerking with every spurt, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he chanted, his hips thrusting upward as he painted the floor with his seed. His legs shook as the last of his orgasm washed over him, leaving him gasping for air.
"That's it, keep going!" Karim shouted, his own orgasm building. "Get every last drop out!"
And with that, the trio of Egyptian soccer players all reached the pinnacle of their masturbatory competition. They collapsed in a sweaty, cum-covered heap, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. The locker room echoed with the sound of their panting and the occasional drip of semen hitting the floor. The smell of their musky release filled the air, a testament to their unbridled lust.
"Fuck, that was intense," Ahmed gasped, his eyes still glued to the screen where the porn star continued to fuck the woman's face. His cock, now half-flaccid, was coated in a thick layer of cum and sweat.
"You guys are animals," Karim said with a laugh, his own body a canvas of sticky white streaks. He looked around the locker room, taking in the scene they had created. The benches were splattered with cum, and a puddle of their combined seed had formed on the floor. The smell of sex and sweat hung heavily in the air, mingling with the faint scent of antiseptic from the showers.
Ahmed leaned back, his hand still wrapped around his cock, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. "What can I say?" he grinned, wiping a strand of cum from his beard. "We play hard, we cum hard."
Hassan chuckled, his own chest heaving. "No doubt about that," he agreed, looking around the locker room with a sense of satisfaction. "But fuck, we're a mess."
Ahmed nodded, still breathing heavily. "Yeah, but it's a good mess, right?" He wiped a hand through the sticky mess on his abs and brought it to his mouth, tasting himself with a grin. "Tastes like victory."
"Fuck yeah, it does," Karim agreed, his own chest a mess of sweat and cum. He looked over at the phone, the porn still playing, the woman on the screen now taking a triple penetration. "But seriously, we should probably clean up before anyone comes in."
Ahmed's grin grew wider. "Why bother?" he said, his voice still thick with lust. "Let's just leave it for the next poor soul to find. A little surprise from the soccer gods."
Hassan chuckled, his abs contracting in a way that made his cock twitch. "Yeah, let's make some locker room legend," he said, standing up and stretching.
Karim tossed his towel to Ahmed. "Here, bro, wipe that shit off," he said, gesturing to Ahmed's chest. "Don't want it drying up like your last relationship."
Ahmed caught the towel mid-air with a snort. "Fuck you, man," he said good-naturedly, swiping at the cum on his abs. He couldn't help but chuckle as he saw the towel's fabric turn white with their combined seed. "This is like a Jackson Pollock painting, but with cum."
They all laughed, the tension in the room dissipating slightly as they took a moment to appreciate the mess they'd made. With a shrug, Karim took the towel back from Ahmed and began to clean himself up, his strokes quick and efficient. The sight of their cum-smeared bodies only served to stir their loins again, a reminder of the primal bond they shared in these moments of raw, unfiltered masculinity.
"Fuck, I don't even know where to start," Karim said with a chuckle, wiping at the sticky trails on his chest.
"Just toss it in the shower," Ahmed suggested, already gathering his clothes. "Let the water wash away our sins."
Hassan nodded in agreement, standing up and flexing his muscular legs. "Fuck it, let's go." He grabbed his phone, the screen still displaying the debauched porn scene, and turned it off. He tossed it onto the bench, the sticky sound of cum hitting the floor echoing through the locker room.
The three friends began to casually get dressed, their movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring the aftermath of their shared orgy. They wiped off their cocks with their towels, not bothering to be modest, and laughed as they stepped into their underwear. The fabric clung to their sweaty, sticky bodies, leaving little to the imagination.
"Bro, that was some epic shit," Ahmed said, slapping Karim on the back. "Your shot was like a fucking rocket launch!"
"Yeah, you weren't so bad yourself," Karim replied with a smirk, looking over at the cum-speckled floor. "That chick in the porn video would've loved it."
Hassan chuckled, bumping fists with Karim. "She'd have been begging for more, no doubt." His eyes scanned the locker room, the mess a testament to their collective release. "But seriously, we've outdone ourselves this time."
Ahmed stepped closer, his hand still sticky with the remnants of his climax. "High-five for the highest spurt!" He slapped Karim's hand with a wet smack, and they all laughed, their voices echoing off the tile walls.
"Damn, that was like a fucking geyser, Karim," Hassan said, shaking his head in amazement. "You've been practicing."
"Nah, just good genes," Karim replied with a wink, wiping the last droplets of cum off his chest. "But your shot wasn't half bad either, Ahmed. You've got some distance there."
Ahmed chuckled, his hand sticky with the remnants of their shared release. "Thanks, man. Maybe we should start a league, see who can hit the farthest target."
"Fuck yeah, we could have cum-distance contests," Hassan said, his voice still hoarse from their collective climax. "Or see who can shoot the farthest into the shower."
Ahmed laughed, slapping his hand against the locker. "Remember that time in high school when we used to do it?"
"Yeah," Karim said with a nostalgic smile, slapping his hand against Ahmed's. "But we've definitely upped our game since then."
"No doubt," Ahmed chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Back then we couldn't even hit our own fucking feet."
Their laughter filled the locker room as they finished cleaning up and started to get dressed. They playfully compared the distances and angles of their cumshots, reminiscing about past sessions where the competition had been just as fierce.
"Alright, let's go grab a doner," Karim said, his voice still thick with satisfaction. "My brother owes me a few on the house."
Ahmed nodded, already feeling his stomach rumble at the mention of food. "Fuck yeah, I could go for some greasy meat after that workout."
"Let's roll, then," Karim said, tossing his towel into his bag. "My brother's place is just around the corner. He owes me big time for all the business I bring him."
They all laughed and started to file out of the locker room, still buzzing with the energy of their shared release. The thought of a greasy, delicious doner kebab was too tempting to resist. The scent of grilled meat and spices wafted through the air as they approached the restaurant, mingling with the faint musk of their post-practice sweat.
"Fuck, I'm starving," Ahmed said, his stomach growling audibly. "And you know what's even better than food after a good wank?"
"What's that?" Karim asked, his curiosity piqued.
Ahmed smirked. "After we eat, how about we go back to my place? My parents are out for the night. We can chill, watch some more... you know," he trailed off, gesturing vaguely at his crotch.
Hassan's eyes lit up. "Fuck yeah, let's do it. I've got some new clips saved up. And my place is always a no-go. Sisters everywhere."
Ahmed clapped him on the back. "No worries, my man. My house is our fortress of solitude tonight."
"Fuck yeah," Karim said, slapping Ahmed's hand away from his sticky chest with a laugh. "Let's do it. I've got some new videos saved up as well."
The three of them high-fived one last time, their hands sticky with the residue of their collective release, and left the locker room. The echo of their laughter bounced off the tiles as they stepped into the cool evening air, feeling both satisfied and invigorated. They strolled to the doner shop, their conversation shifting from the porn they'd just watched to the upcoming match and their strategies for victory.